Moi poezdki v "kraya dalekie," i glavnym obrazom - v Zapolyar'e nachalis' eshche na vtorom kurse instituta. Togda eshche ne bylo smartfonov i dazhe videokamer, kinokamery byli defitsitny, a mne tak khotelos' privezti domoy kusochek letney tundry, sverkayushchego ledyanoy sinevoy morya Barentsa, shum vody na perekatakh gornykh rek... Ya privozil domoy fotografii i novye stikhi, no eti "malye formy" kazalis' mne chereschur statichnymi, ne peredayushchimi atmosferu polevogo bytiya i ekzoticheskoy dlya moskvicha prirody. I ya ozhivlyal ikh ustnymi rasskazami, osnovnym tsenitelem kotorykh byl moy otets. Zakonchivshiy MGRI v 1953 godu, porabotavshiy v respublike Komi, iskolesivshiy v komandirovkakh pol-Soyuza, vlyublennyy v professiyu - otets, kak mne kazhetsya, vozvrashchalsya v svoyu molodost' na volne moikh vospominaniy. On slushal menya, nostal'giroval, smeyalsya i grustil. A odnazhdy sprosil - pochemu ya ne zapisyvayu rasskazy ? I - nasel, kak eto umel tol'ko on - zapisyvay, ne lenis' I "dozhal" - v 2004 godu ya napisal pervyy rasskaz-vospominanie "Raskinulas' tundra shiroko," potom eshche dva, a bol'she on prochitat' uzhe ne uspel. Knizhka, kotoruyu Vy derzhite v rukakh, posvyashchaetsya Vadimu Grigor'evichu Kardyshu - tak uzh vyshlo...